They gave me some water and dry food, which I ate quickly, and asked them where there was a nearby town. They looked at each other and laughed.
I didn't know what they were laughing at, so I felt wary. After all, many bad guys smile when they go on a rampage and kill people. I've seen this on TV many times.
The biggest reason why I can run over and join forces with them is that with the blessing of spiritual power, I can fight three of them one by one. If they do something dirty when I am not paying attention, then I don't say for sure, but there is at least a 50% chance that they will.
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Fortunately, after they had finished laughing, they told me that there were no towns nearby. The closest one was at the turning point ahead. If you get off the road and walk straight for thirty miles, you can reach a small county town.
My heart was broken, and I asked where I was now, and I was completely convinced. This place is more than 300 kilometers away from the city where I am, and a little further across the province.
After chatting with them for a while, they also wanted to find out more about me. I answered them all fluently, so they believed me.
I deliberately mentioned the female driver, and one of them suddenly said that he knew her. He also heard from people in the church that there was a girl who wanted to be exposed to death. The whole village drove her away. Her parents resisted, and the result was that they were plowed to the ground. It was very painful.
She is about to die. I don’t know who raised her, but it is said that she is doing quite well among the underground forces.
After listening to what he said, I had some idea of what was going on, and I was sensible enough not to go into details, lest they think I asked too many questions and silence me directly.
However, judging from their equipment and behavior, I speculated that they were tomb robbers and had just dug a trap. The middle-aged man in the lead slept with the big iron box under him, and I guessed that all the treasures were inside.
The lights were always on. My sleeping position was outside the tent. They sprinkled insect repellent powder on the ground and burned mosquito coils.
This treatment almost made me cry.
Maintaining a trace of vigilance, I gradually fell asleep. Suddenly, a metal knocking sound woke me up. The sound was not loud, but it was like a stone hitting my heart.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw the leader sitting on the iron box, his face was ashen, and he was holding an army tag in his hand.
His hand suddenly moved, and I saw the black donkey's hooves that always appear in zombie novels. He was holding it tightly, and his body began to tremble.
The man in charge of the night watch was sitting cross-legged next to the iron box, holding an iron pot in his hand. The man took a sip and handed the iron pot to him.
He hummed, raised his head with the iron pot and took a big sip, with an expression on his face after drinking.
I looked at the other people, they were all lying down, and one of them was snoring slightly.
I didn't see anything unusual, so I closed my eyes.
I don’t know how much time passed, but when I heard a violent noise, I jumped up. My eyes were completely dark, and the snoring continued. I noticed that the spot where the lamp was hanging on the tent was shaking slightly.
There is a red light, I guess the bulb may be broken.
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes wide, hoping to see more things, but it was dark in front of me, and the dark clouds in the sky blocked the moonlight.
I thought maybe I was too sensitive, maybe the noise that woke me up just now was just a light bulb going off.
But this reason was unconvincing, so I could only squat on the ground and continue to listen to the sounds in the darkness.
Suddenly, something happened that made me suffocate. I held my breath in fear and slowly backed away, trying to get as far away from the tent as possible.
Just now, the snoring that had been loudly stopped.
He is either awake or dead! I think the latter is more likely!
Gradually, I touched the stone wall next to the road. Regardless of whether there were insects on it, I only regarded it as the only guiding light. My body was still retreating.
Finally, I touched a corner, and then slowly stood up, holding on to the stone wall at the corner, staring in the direction of the tent.
As time passed, the noise became louder, but I didn't know what it was, and I couldn't figure out what was happening. However, the uneasiness in my heart became more and more amplified, and it already affected my breathing.
Yes, I was trembling slightly, an uncontrollable physical reaction when faced with unknown fear!
Suddenly, screams pierced the silence. I stared at the tent, and a flurry of voices came from them. Some of them were asking what happened.
The dark clouds dispersed and everything under the tent was illuminated by the moonlight. My eyes widened and I jerked my head back.
I'm sure I saw it right. They were three pairs of blood-red eyes and buck teeth like zombies!
Screams kept coming and going, and my back was firmly pressed against the stone wall, not daring to poke my head over again.
They're screwed, they're in big trouble!
It is not something that ordinary people can control when zombies carry things. The minimum requirement for strength is the Spiritual Enlightenment Form. In Xuerou’s memory, a strong zombie can tear apart Japanese soldiers with their hands like in the anti-Japanese drama.
The strong man tore it with his hands.
I conservatively estimate that the corpse they dug out was transformed. Even a zombie that is only three hundred years old would be able to defeat my spiritual enlightenment.
As the saying goes, the more I think about it, the more I am afraid. The more I am afraid, the more I think about it. I can't control my fear and I don't even dare to move. But my heart is urging me crazily: Run away, run away!
I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, held my breath, and just when I was about to leave, I saw a figure walking past me. I was so frightened that I almost pissed myself, and I didn't dare to move again.
His steps became stiffer and stiffer as he walked forward, until when I almost lost sight of him, he started to jump.
One jump after another, he fell off the edge of the winding mountain road.
By him falling, I got a very important message, zombies can't fucking see!
Maybe he's just stupid?
My mind was confused and I had all kinds of thoughts. While hesitating, I realized that I was not angry enough.
I long for air, but I am more afraid that they will find me.
I slowly stretched my head to see what was going on over there in the tent. A dead face suddenly appeared in front of me. I was holding my breath so hard that I almost exploded. Suddenly I was frightened by it. I squatted down suddenly and pinched my nose.
It seemed right to hold my breath. The dead face sniffed at the top of my head a few times and then jumped away.
I'm so damn curious, why don't they make any sound when they are jumping around? Is it a passive skill of the zombies?
When I looked around the corner again, I was almost suffocating myself to death. Fortunately, there was no one in my direction from the tent.
I exhaled quickly and took a deep breath!
The next second I saw a black figure jumping down from above my head. I quickly rolled to avoid it. The man hissed and bit at the place where I was squatting just now.
Only then did I realize that he had just been in the woods above me.